King of the Fairy City

Even the formation books for first- and second-level magic formations are expensive and cannot be purchased by ordinary monks. Moreover, the practice of formations consumes a lot of energy and will affect one's own practice. Therefore, although the power of the magic formation is powerful, Only a very few people are obsessed with this.

Even Ye Mo has only mastered some rudimentary first-order magic formations.

"Boom boom boom"

After getting close enough, the evil cultivator's three warships finally opened fire and launched their first salvo.

Red cannonballs visible to the naked eye roared in front of everyone. Many monks stared blankly at the scene in front of them, with panic on their faces. Some of the timid monks were full of fighting spirit just now, but at this moment they were bombarded by cannonballs all over the sky. Frightened, he fled back to the cabin.

The evil cultivator's cannonballs are very different from the cannonballs used by Ye Mo in the Aolai Islands. They are not made of pure black iron. Each cannonball is engraved with runes and filled with gunpowder refined in the alchemy furnace. Once it comes into contact, The target will explode, causing even more terrifying lethality.

Of course, the defensive capabilities of the large ships in this bloody sea battle zone are by no means comparable to those of the Aolai Islands. In a sense, this is already a Dharma boat.

As a third-order large-scale magic formation, Canglan Zhishui Formation still withstood the first round of artillery fire.

As the explosion of the artillery shell rumbled, water ripples exploded in the blue light curtain formed by the array, like stones dropped on the water surface.

Muffled noises could be heard all around, and the monks on the deck all turned pale.

This was the first time for many of them to face this kind of naval battle. Not long after, another group of monks with poor psychological quality quietly hid in the cabin.

"The enemy monks are attacking"

The guard on the guard tower sounded a warning again.

The captain's face turned cold. He looked up to the sky and saw more than a dozen streams of light coming from him, already a hundred feet away from the passenger ship.

"All the guards in the Foundation Establishment stage, come with me to fight. Among the brothers present, if there are masters in the Foundation Establishment stage, please also help me."

The captain shouted loudly, handed the formation disk in his hand to a crew member for safekeeping, and pulled out a golden lightsaber. In just a flash, he appeared above the passenger ship.

The captain personally took action, and the more than 20 foundation guards behind him naturally did not dare to neglect. The mana shield exploded out, and various attack magic weapons were launched in advance, following the captain into the sky.

"A flying sword at the level of a magic weapon, and at least a mid-level magic weapon."

On the golden lightsaber driven by the captain, terrifying waves of golden mana surged. Ye Mo was shocked and knew that he had underestimated the captain.

Magic weapons at the level of spiritual weapons are generally used by monks in the Qi Refining Stage. By the time they reach the foundation building stage, magic weapons at the spiritual weapon level are no longer useful. Only magic weapons at the magic weapon level can withstand the huge mana of foundation building monks.

Among various types of magic weapons, the flying sword magic weapon has the most terrifying attack power. If it is a metal flying sword, it will be even more perfect. Driven by magic power, it can kill the enemy's head from a thousand feet away.

Qi refining monks cannot fly because their magic power is low, and they cannot directly fly their spiritual weapons. They can only wait eagerly and prepare to use various spells to respond from behind.

Not long after, several foundation-building monks flew up on the deck again. These people were not crew members on the ship, but passengers like Ye Mo.

Everyone knows the truth behind the attack of evil cultivators. These passengers in the foundation stage have no choice but to follow the captain and fly high into the sky to respond to the enemy.

Ye Mo did not participate in the battle. There were more than thirty foundation-building monks on the passenger ship, and one more of him would not have much effect.

Moreover, Ye Mo didn't know the evil cultivator's methods, so he decided to wait and see what happened first.

"Hahaha, you still want to fight stubbornly. After taking this ship, kill all the monks who dare to resist and rob them all. The others can be spared a small life."

There was a burst of weird laughter in the air, and an evil monk whose whole body was shrouded in a cloud of fire shouted an order:

The powerful aura of the evil cultivator made Ye Mo feel a little scared. The cultivation of this evil cultivator has reached at least the seventh or eighth level of the late foundation building stage, and his strength is unfathomable.

Fire clouds came overwhelmingly, and when everyone on the deck heard the threatening words of this evil cultivator, they already had a faint intention of retreating.

If you resist, you will die, but if you don't resist, you can still have a chance to escape. Xie Xiu's words successfully broke the hearts of the captain who worked hard to win over.

"Hmph, Fu Ranxin, don't think that I can't recognize you when you are hiding in the fire cloud. I didn't expect that you also joined the evil cultivator forces. Back then in Gu's Fairy Town, I saw that you had evil intentions. I didn't expect that it was really you. He plotted against the ancient city lord and handed over the ancient town to the evil cultivators."

The captain gave a cold shout and what he said shocked everyone.

The captain of the ship and the leader of the evil cultivator had obviously known each other for a long time.

"Hey, I didn't expect it to be you, Lin Kuohai. If it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't have been forced to where I am today. I didn't expect that you, a little immortal guard, would become the captain now. Hahaha, we are really enemies on the same road. , come on, let’s fight for three hundred rounds first.”

Fu Ranxin was startled for a moment, and when he saw the captain in golden clothes clearly, he started laughing wildly with excitement.

"Brothers on the passenger ship, the evil cultivators have always been the enemy of our Immortal City Alliance. Once they attack the passenger ship, even if they escape with their lives, they will be reduced to the miserable end of men as slaves and women as prostitutes. It would be worse than that. It’s better to die than to fight with your head high now, maybe you can fight for a chance of survival.”

Captain Lin ignored Fu Ranxin's provocation, but turned around and shouted at everyone on the cabin.

When many people heard what Lin Kuohai said, they were all filled with righteous indignation. They assassinated the city lord and colluded with evil cultivators to betray the town. Fu Ranxin could be said to have done all kinds of bad things.

"What nonsense? Kill these guys, and the bunch of trash below will naturally surrender."

Far away in the sky, a young man with a gloomy face rushed from behind and said coldly.

The young man was dressed in a white robe and exuded an icy aura. He was a rare ice monk, and his cultivation level was even slightly higher than that of Fu Ranxin.

Ye Mo looked up and saw that this man looked young, but there was a majesty between his brows and eyes that could only be seen by a superior person.

Fu Ranxin seemed to be extremely afraid of this person. She stopped smiling, nodded hurriedly in response, and appeared in front of Captain Lin again in a flash.

"Humph, you were not as good as me back then. I didn't expect that after so many years, your cultivation is still worse than mine. How can you fight with me?"

Fu Ranxin sneered, grabbed hold of it with his right hand, and pulled out a huge banana fan.

The surface of the banana fan is densely covered with lines, all of which are engraved with extremely profound talisman formations. The red fire light in the talisman formations moves back and forth, and the red flames appear and disappear.

As soon as the banana fan appeared, Lin Kuohai's face became extremely ugly.

"Beast...Beast, I didn't expect that even the ancient city lord's high-level magic weapon, the Fire Cloud Fan, would be taken by you as your own.

In a rage, Lin Kuohai's face flushed red, his beard and hair stood out, and the golden flying sword driven by his magic power also made a trembling buzzing sound.

"The damned beast shall die."

Lin Kuohai squeezed the sword technique with his hand, and the magic power in his body surged. As he waved his hand, the flying sword beside him made a soft sound, as if it had spirituality, turned into a golden light, and hit Fu Ranxin's face.

Even if Fu Ranxin was arrogant and arrogant, he would not dare to take on the mid-level flying sword.

However, he and Lin Kuohai were old rivals, so they knew each other's ability to use flying swords. He made a seal with one hand, raised a cloud of fire under his feet, and flew away at an incredible speed. The golden light flew away. Although the sword was fast, there was still a little distance between the two, so there was nothing he could do to Fu Ranxin for a while.

"Lin Xianwei, even with your three-legged cat skills, you still want to take my life. Hahaha, let me show you the power of the Fire Cloud Fan."

Fu Ranxin laughed while retreating, never forgetting to ridicule Lin Kuohai.

Lin Kuohai seemed to have been completely overwhelmed by anger. He pinched the sword skills in his hand repeatedly. The golden flying sword that was still some distance away from Fu Ranxin suddenly trembled, and then a golden sword light burst out from the tip of the sword. Stabbing at his neck extremely quickly,

Fu Ranxin suddenly retracted the Fire Cloud Fan that was half in control, and used the handle of the fan to block the thunderous strike of the golden sword light.

"Bang"

With a crisp sound, a large cloud of fire rose up from the Fire Cloud Fan. Although Fu Ranxin blocked the sword light, he was blown away more than ten feet by the huge force wrapped in the sword light. His throat felt sweet and he coughed out four or five mouthfuls of blood. .

His internal organs were slightly injured due to the shock. If the Fire Cloud Fan hadn't been of a higher grade than the Golden Light Flying Sword and was made of stronger material, Fu Ranxin would have ended up with the fan destroyed and everyone killed.

"Well, Lin Kuohai, I didn't expect you to have such a skill. I underestimated you."

Fu Ranxin suppressed her anger and took out a pill from her arms. After swallowing it in a hurry, her pale face gradually improved.

Lin Kuohai's face suddenly darkened when he saw that Fu Ranxin was fine.

He had pretended to be irritated by the other party before, just to make Fu Ranxin look down on him, so he could use the flying sword skill that he had just mastered a short time ago. He didn't expect that the other party would react so quickly, and even at such a critical moment, he would Able to stop in time to protect yourself.

Fu Ranxin knew, however, that this was also the reason why his cultivation level was one level higher than that of Lin Kuohai. His powerful spiritual consciousness allowed him to catch danger in time, so he escaped.

Lin Kuohai sighed. He was not as good as Fu Ranxin. If he couldn't make a sneak attack at this moment, it would be bad if he continued to fight. Moreover, although the cold-faced young man next to Fu Ranxin did not reveal his strength, he kept It made him feel like a ray on his back, with a strong sense of uneasiness.

"Lin Kuohai, I also want you to see my method, exploding fireballs."

Fu Ranxin's injuries have not yet fully recovered, but the blow from his enemy just now made him lose face. He originally wanted to anger the opponent, but he didn't expect that he was taken advantage of by the opponent.

Furious, Fu Ranxin muttered words, and madly injected the magic power of the seventh level of foundation building into the Fire Cloud Fan. Under the injection of Fu Ranxin's fire magic power, the body of the Fire Cloud Fan skyrocketed four to five feet at a speed visible to the naked eye. The whole body was sparkling with fire, and the surroundings were scorching hot.

"Whoosh"

Fu Ranxin held the fan handle, and the fire magic power transformed from her vitality surged crazily. Veins popped up on her forehead, and it seemed that it was extremely difficult to use.

However, driven by Fu Ranxin's madness, the huge Fire Cloud Fan finally slowly flapped once, and it was only this time that a ball of half a foot in diameter suddenly shot out from the golden cone on the tip of the fan. Long terrifying fireball.

Seeing the power of the Fire Cloud Fan, all the foundation-building monks above the passenger ship turned extremely ugly.

Ye Mo, who was watching the battle on the deck of the passenger ship, was also surprised. The scorching firepower in the sky could be clearly felt even on the deck a hundred feet away.